Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎 - 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗

I had returned home to the manor, which was almost silent at the point. I sighed -almost happily- as I settled my coat and heels back onto the floor. My head was throbbing with pain, and a shot of vodka was happily calling my name. I rubbed my head and poured myself a glass -I'd like to determine that I got my drinking from Chase. I then found myself wondering into that one, forgotten, painful room.

The nursery.

After twisting the key, I allowed the door yo swing open, the air stale and hard. The crib, rocking chair, and changing table were covered in a thin layer of dust. It hurt less to be in this room now. Maybe I should tell Damien. Would he even want to know? What was it going to fix? I don't think I could even tell him yet, I wasn't there yet.

The front door then shut closed. I had just enough time to close and lock the nursery door before Damien rounded the corner, his eyes then dropping when discovering me.

"What are you doing here?" Damien frowned. His shoulders were stiff and his hands were held tightly behind his back. A stance I hadn't seen in a while.

I laughed, trying to break the awkwardness, "Damien, I live here-"

"Yeah, well. That was before you screwed my best friend."

"Excuse me? How do you-"

"You don't think I know what goes on inside my own building?" He laughed with a strain of hurt, "Which, by the way, it's downright disrespectful. I've given you everything and more, and you decide to have relations with my best friend in my building?"

I laughed in his face and rolled my eyes, gesturing to nothing, "You left me for three months-"

"My mother died, so when are you going to stop throwing that in my face?" Damien glared at me for a moment longer before roughly rubbing his face, "Get out."

"Damien, please listen-"

"Just get the hell out, (Y/N). I don't ever want to see your damn face ever again."

Damien paused for a moment to collapse into the living room chair, "You can grab your crap in the morning. Just get out of my face." A pain had then rose in my chest, causing it to swell inside my throat. My eyes then began to water as I tried to wipe them away. I decided not to say anything, and leave the manor. I don't know what I was expecting, honestly.

There I stood, on Chase's doorstep, in the freezing, winter air. I waited for Chase to open the door, which revealed him to be drunk. His face was bright red, and his eyes were sad. Chase then laughed once before he realized who I was.

"And what are you doing here?" He groaned before rubbing his face, "What? Damien turned you away?"

"Chase, please. Can I at least crash here, please?" I begged, my teeth chattering between words.

He then roared with laughter, "No! Why don't we talk about how you ran to Damien immediately after I slept with you. You ran to the man that left you for three -almost four months! Why? Why do you torment yourself like that?"

I had no response for him. I bit my lip and continued to stare at him. Chase nodded to himself before shifting his weight against the front door, "So get off my damn porch."

"Of course you can, (Y/N)." Cory smiled in reply, once I finished my fairly lengthy rant. He opened the door wider to his tiny flat and gestured for me to come inside. I thanked him, almost silently. The apartment was rather small. The kitchen and the living room/dining room were all one room, and the bedroom/bathroom jetted off from the living room. Cory pulled a spare blanket and pillow from the closet and placed them onto the sage green couch.

"I'll take you tomorrow to get your things." He stated as he rested his hand onto his hips, "And I'm nice, but not nice enough to let you sleep in my bed." I laughed and reassured him that it was perfectly fine. He smiled once more before disappearing into the bedroom, then closing the door tight. I sighed and collapsed onto the couch, my chest still aching from Damien. Could we come back from this? Did I want us to come back from this? What about Chase? I didn't intend on this happening. I didn't want this to happen. I covered my mouth to try and silent the sobs that came by surprise. I wanted to scream his name.

I didn't want this.